The reason is much the same as always: I can't say what I want to and then I end up (mentally) stuffing my fist in my mouth, backing out of the (metaphorical) doorway and running away.
Unfortunately, this has resulted in me not writing down a great many happy memories. These last months of any year are always busy and this year especially so as we moved to a larger flat in an unknown part of town and Rahul got into big school groove and we travelled and... a lot of things happened. They usually do, I know, that's what things do, but I hate how I cannot write at times like these.
Unfortunately, this has resulted in me not writing down a great many happy memories. These last months of any year are always busy and this year especially so as we moved to a larger flat in an unknown part of town and Rahul got into big school groove and we travelled and... a lot of things happened. They usually do, I know, that's what things do, but I hate how I cannot write at times like these.
